yearnings of the heart and tongue

my poor american palate. maybe i spend two hours a day on blogs like this hoping to cyberly satisfy my yearnings. (click on the link before you make judgments) im sorry thailand. IM SORRY. your blood jelly, fish balls and leaf soup just don't give me what i need (which is a giant thick slice of banana chocolate chip bread with melted butter and bruschetta with goat cheese and piping hot apple crumble and a giant cupcake and also french toast) i already have the first hours of my life back in american planned and they may or may not include andrew wiggins and cafe rio.

dramatic moment finished

on a same same but different note, thickbread+sweetened condensed milk = omg. i do thank thailand for this.

now

life is now. what youre seeing and tasting and smelling and feeling and saying and thinking and loving and being. its not plans or wishes or longings or envyings. its right now. and every second is and wont ever be again. so see and taste and smell and feel and say and think and love and be with every ounce of your soul!

thanks mom and dad

i forgot

(oh phi phi, i miss you so dearly)

walking through the market on my way home

no big deal

happy birthday two days late

its official. i have officially been double decaded. twenty years old. i was looking to this day with dread and maybe i even cried on my last birthday. something isnt fun about getting older. but everythings changed. 20 years old feels glittery. gold. exciting and free. this will be a good good year. i can feel it in my waters.

plus. what better way to start a new year (ANY year, let alone the beginning of my roaring twenties) than in thailand. with a cake (awful but full of love) from children named poo, pee and pim? you tell me.

adventure: ko phi phi

i, margo meyer, spent the most unbelievably giddying four days of my entire ninteen (almost twenty. i dont want to talk about that) years of mortal life. i can still feel the waves, smell the island jungle, feel the sand on my feet (no literally, i cut my food on coral and theres still sand inside)

i left my heart on ko phi phi

uncle nikon

last night on the way home, uncle nikon said "otay, only wifteen minutes. thirsty? just quickly. i'm crazy enough for sure." our confusion quickly cleared up when he lead us down a small dirt path to a loud, drunk and christmas light-ed hut. so we sat on a little table with a winnie the pooh table cloth next to a dirty little pond. everything about the next half an hour was insaaanely hilarious.

1. uncle nikon toasting 'forget the past, live for the future' and 'good things never last' over and over

2. realizing the half naked girls that perched next to us and so dilligently attended to our fantas and ice were probably prostitutes

3. uncle nikon karaokeing with every bit of emotion he could muster to a horrible HORRIBLE thai music video set in new zealand
4. swarms of thai men throwing out words they know in english

its ok mom. im safe.

monklings.

aren't these boys beautiful?

this is the entire school. 70 insane chillens and 2 monk boys.

they meditate every day after lunch. i dont think you could get any 70 american kids to sit still and close their eyes for 10 minutes.